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Elara Whitmore grew up in a quiet home-far from hugs, far from protection, far from the voices that were supposed to defend her. From a young age, she forced to become a mature person and she learned not to ask, not to fight, and not to hope. At school, she was targeted not for her faults, but for her presence. Words that should never have been spoken began to follow her down the hallway, and Elara chose to remain silent-until silence was no longer enough. Ryan Caldwell was always by her side. Not as a savior, but as someone who saw, listened, and never turned away. In a world that loves to trample on the weak, Elara began to realize that silence can be a shield... and observation can be a weapon. "Just say the word, I'll handle the rest." -Ryan Caldwell "Proceed as planned." -Elara Whitmore This is not a story of screams and blood. This is a story of what happens before a person learns to stand up. And about how silence, when misunderstood long enough, finally stops being a weakness and unknowingly making someone cruel and heartless. This story will be translated into Malay but not anytime soon ✨ happy reading ♥️

📖 RELIQUIA MUNDUS 🕯️ The world did not end when the gods failed. It simply... became silent. When prayers went unanswered and miracles turned into forgotten relics, the world was forced to learn how to exist without the voice of the heavens. Alexa is not a hero. He was not chosen by prophecy, crowned by destiny, nor saved by light. He is only someone who chose to stay- in a world already abandoned by its gods. Alongside ancient relics that still remember blood and sacrifice, alongside beings who have lost their purpose but not their will, Alexa walks through the ruins of mythology: fallen gods, frozen worlds, and truths too heavy to be spoken. On that path, he meets Eri- a small child left alone in a world too cruel to allow her tears to matter. It was not fate that brought them together, but a single, quiet decision: to not turn away. RELIQUIA MUNDUS is a story about: a world after the gods have failed, ancient weapons that still carry the will of the past, sacrifices no one ever witnessed, and a hand that chose to remain, even when the world demanded release. This is not a story about saving the world. It is a story about why the world is still worth saving.

This is the third book of the Royal elites legacy ,and the second book of the Un- trilogy following Arya Valmik and Abhimanyu Singh Ranawat. After the betrayals and heartbreaks of the past, Arya must navigate love, lies, and the chains that still bind her. As secrets unravel and truths are revealed, she faces choices that could either free her or destroy everything she holds dear.

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ♥️ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ 𝓼𝓲𝓷 ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴀɪʟᴏʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴏ 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒆, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 🖤 ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓮𝓼 ᴏʀ 𝓥𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭🥀. ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ 𝓟𝓻𝓪𝔂. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮, ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘆.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♥︎♥︎♡♡ "𝑰𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒊?" 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. "𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒚𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. "𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊?" 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. "𝒀𝒆 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. "𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂?" 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. "𝒀𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒊𝒇 𝒌𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕.

this is a collection of poems that wear their warning colors proudly. In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution. These poems do the same. This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed. Here, healing is not sanitized. The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again. Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange. Read gently. Read honestly. Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed. DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍

it's an omegaverse with a male omega and a strong female alpha Content & Trigger Warnings Beneath Her Shadow is a dark omegaverse romance set in a modern world where power, hierarchy, and desire intertwine in painful ways. It explores trauma, emotional manipulation, healing, and the thin line between love and control. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

I was doing so well. For years I kept myself balanced. For years I kept myself away from anything that could set me off. Then she fell directly into my lap. Jasmine Rose isn't just my rival at work- she is everything my therapist could never have known to warn me about. I only wanted to be a good writer. I only wanted to be a good friend. I only wanted to be a good man. So why did the safety switch off when she smiled? Why did I hear that familiar click when she laughed? Maybe she's too perfect to be toxic. Maybe I'm too damaged to be saved. And if she ever pressed the barrel to my temple and asked me to pull the trigger... I can't promise I'd say no. Which leaves me with one impossible question: Am I the the target? Or am I the gun?

Three brothers. One throne. A legacy built on blood. In the heart of the Kim Dynasty, there was no room for mercy. Kim Hoseok was the eldest, the heir, and the light of the family-until his "sunshine" heart became his greatest liability. Deemed "unfit" by a father who demanded a monster, Hoseok was cast into the shadows, his memories shattered, and his place stolen. Years later, the "Lost Sun" returns, but he isn't the brother they remember. Kim Taehyung and Kim Jimin-the Twin Pillars of the underground-have grown into the very monsters their father desired. They are cold, ruthless, and inseparable. They were supposed to protect the family legacy, but they have a different plan. They don't want the throne. They want their brother back. And they will burn the entire city to the ground to keep him safe from the man who broke him. In a world of cold-blooded killers, can the light ever truly return? Or is some damage too deep to mend? (For all the media used in this story, the credit goes to the rightful owners)

"Power didn't ask me what I wanted to gain. It told me what I was willing to lose."

Two strangers. Two lives built on opposite sides of the world. One identical face that changes everything. When Mahira's scandal explodes online, she turns to Vedika-the girl who looks like her-to protect the boy she loves. Their temporary arrangement fixes the scandal... but awakens something far more dangerous. A buried truth. A twisted fate. A connection that shouldn't exist-yet refuses to stay hidden. Because if fate wrote them twice... it was never for something simple.

"The Devil's Violinist" is a story of love, obsession, and the magic of music-where art and dark emotions collide to create unforgettable moments.

He was dangerous. She was untouchable. Zaviar Khan ruled his world with power, dominance, and a fury no one dared challenge. Aida Khan walked in fearless, untamed, and completely unafraid of him. Hate sparked instantly. Obsession followed relentlessly. Two hearts collided. Two egos clashed. And somewhere in the chaos between rage and desire... everything went dangerously, beautifully wrong. This isn't a love story for the faint of heart. It's raw. It's intense. It's madness in its purest, most addictive form.

Halloween is truly a festive time of year. Spooky stories, haunted houses and vampires that you can't help but thirst over because you're weird like that. That's why Hale Woodsen's inviting you to the Traitre Museum. You know, that weirdly atmospheric place near 86th, the one with the dome ceiling? Yeah. There'll be music. Shadows. Smoke machines. Candlelight that definitely isn't safe. Maybe even a Ouija board or two. Costumes are absolutely mandatory - don't come dressed like a civilian unless you want to be sacrificed mid-party for the aesthetic. For everyone has suffered a tragedy recently, the disappearance of Luca Almirez. For those who don't know (you're living under a rock), the basketballer disappeared a month or two ago, after the biggest game of his life. Nothing's been found about him, and to be honest? We're not sure if there ever will be. He was a best friend, a gifted sportsman, and overall a beloved member of society. Perhaps this is Hale's way of battling the grief. Since, you know, he was Luca's best friend. He's trying just as hard as everyone else to get to the bottom of this. His list of suspects is never ending, from Cady Lovaine to Ruel Cruz, to even Reverie Vale and Leslie Wilde. But they have hunches too, and so the story continues, dangerous and twisted. But that's not everything. If you want to get all the details, let's leave the Halloween party. Let's go to the 2nd of August, where everything began.

Stories are not always meant to be published some are just existing with a hope of meeting a true love, where the opposite attraction comes with slow burn trope

"Elles sont belles, les étoiles. Milliers d'yeux. Elles regardent, dissèquent, analysent. Cherchant à savoir si oui ou non, ils vont leur voler une nuit de plus." - 𝗢𝗦 𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗜 ateez ; idols au ; slow burn but looks fast ; mlm ; clean

He calls it marriage. She calls it art. And somewhere between her soft smile and his quiet fear, love begins to taste a little like danger. She touches him like he's a masterpiece, watches him like he's the only thing keeping her alive- and he pretends not to notice the shadows her affection leaves behind. Because their love is beautiful. Their secrets are not. And the closer he gets to her, the more he realizes that devotion can feel a lot like destruction... especially when it's hers ________________ This story includes 18+ content, murder, psychological obsession, and dark romance themes. It explores fear, desire, and twisted devotion. If you have a soft heart or get disturbed easily, this isn't for you. Unauthorized copies are theft. Original work by @taetaelove1469 published only on Wattpad. This story is my original work and is published only on Wattpad by @Taetaelove1469. Any copies found on other sites are stolen and unauthorized. Please support me by reading here on Wattpad only. Thank you for respecting my work! - Written by :- @Taetaelove1469 [ ONLY ON WATTPAD 🔗 ]

She helps everyone else heal - but no one sees the cracks forming inside her. Seventeen-year-old Saela walks through life like a ghost: smiling so no one asks questions, laughing so they don't look too closely. To the world, she's the quiet girl who always listens. To herself, she's a ticking clock counting down the days until she finally disappears. But just when she's ready to give up - to step away for good - someone notices. A boy with kind eyes and rain in his hair. A voice that doesn't fix her but stays. A touch before the end. This is a story about pain, quiet strength, and the kind of love that doesn't save you - it sees you.

A reminder that the dark side of life still exists